Peter. Peter Parker.

Chapter 20: What happened to us?

Y/N's POV:

I vaguely remember Peter yelling my name. I remember him putting his arms around me and then I remember the sensation of flying... no, swinging.

Maybe swinging wasn't so bad.

I don't remember anything else except for the dream I had. I remember my mother's face, the fear on her face. And my father. The look in his eyes held an emotion that I had never seen on his face before and one I couldn't quite place.

The next thing that I knew, I was laying in a bed that was not my own with someone lightly snoring below me.

Wait... I've been here before.

Memories started flooding back. Peter Parker was Spiderman and I had figured it out. We were both on a roof and then attacked. I was put under and had a dream... or was it a memory. The voice of the man that attacked me... it sounded so familiar.

Who was it?

As soon as the memories came back, they disappeared and I was brought back to reality. To where I was.

I'm in Peter's room... I'm in Peter's bed.

I snuck a glance down and saw a peaceful sleeping Peter Parker... shirtless.

Damn

I looked around again if only to distract myself from the sleeping boy below me and saw a small stack of clothes at the end of the bed. A sweatshirt from school and some sweatpants.

We were attacked and he still takes care of me :)

Quietly, I got up from the bed and quickly changed into the clothes that Peter left for me. The sweatshirt fit nice but the sweatpants all but fell off of me if I didn't hold them up.

This'll be interesting

As soon as I had finished changing, the body across the room started to stir and I saw the moment his eyes opened and we held each other's gaze for a few moments. He started to grin but then his face changed into a look I couldn't quite place. Only then did I realize that he was looking at me in his clothes. He must have liked what he saw because he kept staring.

"Ok Spiderboy eyes off the merchandise."

He blushed but quickly laughed it off and stood up to reveal himself shirtless and in his underwear.

Holy fu-

I was staring.

"Hey Y/N, eyes off the merchandise."

It was my turn to blush.

His grin disappeared once again as he looked at my face. Stepping forward and putting his hands on my face he inspected whatever he found so interesting.

"Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"Y/N, look at your face."

I moved to the mirror in the corner of his room only to be met by a reflection I almost didn't recognize.

Oh god

My left eye was bruised and was starting to swell. I had a cut starting from my right temple all the way down to my collarbone and my lip was torn and bleeding.

What happened to me

I was too tired and disoriented earlier to even look or register what had happened to me. I lifted my sweatshirt and found bruised ribs and another cut but this time across my stomach.

I didn't dare look at my arms or legs but I felt the bruises that were beginning to form.

"Peter, what... what happened to us?"

"We were attacked and kidnapped. We were brought to some sort of warehouse and were put in separate cells. I was awake but you were asleep and I couldn't wake you. There was a man and he said that he was going to kill me. He didn't say anything about you but every time he looked at you it looked like he knew you."

"When we were on the roof right before I was knocked out, he said something and his voice sounded so familiar."

"So you know him?"

"I don't know. I knew his voice but I couldn't place exactly who it was because I didn't get a look at him."

He cupped my face in his hands again. "Don't worry. I will find who did this to us and he won't get away with it."

The look in his eyes was one of anger and determination. It was then that I realized he was going to really hurt the guy who did this to us... to me... or worse.

It took all I had not to inch closer to him. He was so warm and he felt like home.

His eyes softened, "Y/N...?"

"Yes?"

The space between us began to close. We were so close to each other, I could feel his warm breath on my face and he inched even closer. My hands instinctively went to his waist and touched his bare skin.

It must have surprised him because he flinched.

"Are you ok?"

"Haha yeah, cold hands."

"Oh crap I'm sorry."

We both laughed but neither of us moved. Neither of us wanted to.

I started to close my eyes and leaned in even closer to finally close the space between us until we heard the door slam and both of us jumped back from each other. Well, I jumped back, Peter jumped on the ceiling.

"Peterrrrrrrr, I'm homeeeeee."

"Shit it's Aunt May. She can't know you were here or she will literally KILL me."

"Ok yeah um... I'll go in the closet."

"Yeah yeah yeah go."

I ran into the closet just in time because as soon as Peter jumped down from the ceiling and closed the closet doors, Aunt May walked in.

"Peter! Did you just wake up? It's almost noon. I know it's a Saturday but you never sleep in this late."

"Sorry Aunt May, rough night. Didn't sleep much."

I almost laughed. Rough night doesn't even begin to cover it...

"Ok, well I brought home sandwiches from Delmar's but I have an extra one. Why don't you invite Y/N over for lunch? I know y'all have been getting close recently."

I could literally feel her wink at Peter as she said that.

"Um yeah, I will do that thanks Aunt May."

"Ok sweetie, I can't stay long, I have to head back to work but tell Y/N I said hi!"

"Ok Aunt May, I will!"

"Oh and Peter?" Aunt May called out.

"Yeah Aunt May?"

"Put on some clothes before she gets here."

"Yes ma'am!"

We both let out a sign as the front door closed and Aunt May left. Neither of us moved though. We were both thinking about what had just happened... and what we were supposed to do about it now.